I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
http://www.zrstroope.com/mp3/iamnotyours.mp3 Musical setting by Dr. Z. Randall Stroope.
A blog is slower than Twitter, like a mainland is
slower than an island caving in, though it rips itself
from staying history.